The name Oriental Boy, from the first meeting, was the Frost Giant used as the name Wang Zheng. Obviously, the Frost Giant recognized Wang Zheng.

However, Wang Zheng had not yet walked far, and the big man's next sentence almost made Wang Zheng fall down: "Dongfang boy, are you here to feel the glory of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and pray to the Ice and Snow Goddess?"

Even when he said this, the Frost Giant proudly pointed to the huge abortion, all of whom were believers of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Wang Zheng shook his head, stepped forward a few steps, and straightened the point: "I want to see your head, well, the biggest head in this place."

The other Frost Giants were immediately disheveled, and the second-level pressure locked on Wang Zheng one after another. However, the Frost Giants, who had met Wang Zheng, smiled honestly:

"Oriental boy, stop making trouble. Are people like the Archbishop who meet little people like you and me at will? Our Archbishop in the City of Winter is a holy realm level existence!"

Wang Zheng stroked his chin and said inexplicably: "So, if it is not the Holy Land, you will basically not be able to see your Archbishop?"

The Frost Giant patted Wang Zheng on the shoulder twice: "That's about it. Our Archbishop is busy with all kinds of things and will not meet us little people."

"Well...if that's the case"

Wang Zheng suddenly released the terrifying aura of his grandmaster in a small range, and suddenly several frost giants seemed to face a world, a world of martial arts!

Although Wang Zheng is only at the fourth level at this moment, the inner world is just a prototype, after he integrates into the heaven and earth with the help of the divine wind, his cultivation will rise sharply like a rocket, and the inner world will also begin to evolve towards the concept of heaven and earth.

Under the huge realm gap, even if Wang Zheng does not use any artistic conception of the Dharma, the simple martial arts realm alone is enough to shock these second-level guards!

"Oriental boy...isn't it, senior?"

The frost giant whom Wang Zheng met was stuttering and looked disbelief. Wang Zheng looked up and patted his shoulder, telling him that you are still too young.

But the cuteest height difference was there, Wang Zheng had to give up this idea and could only say with a smile: "In this way, you should be qualified to meet your archbishop, right?"

"Cococo can...but..." The Frost Giant obviously hadn't come back to his senses from such a huge impact. You should know that the fourth-level strongman can't be encountered just by walking on the street. Every fourth-level character is one of the best in any major force.

But that's it. A passerby he met by chance was so young and was actually a fourth-level! How could the Frost Giant digest this?

"Nothing, just go in and report it." Wang Zheng's tone was unquestionable, and the Frost Giant almost subconsciously ran towards the inside of the castle.

In fact, if a great master wants to see their archbishop, he must inform him whether he sees it or not.

After a while, the Frost Giant ran back panting and panting in the heavy footsteps: "Dongfang... isn't right, it's senior, the Archbishop agrees to you."

Wang Zheng nodded, and then walked towards the depths of the castle under the leadership of the Frost Giant.

This is a room with classic decoration but not luxurious, only the feeling of endless years of precipitation. The unique sunlight in the north covers half of the room through huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the room, an old man with white hair and deep eyes was staring at the Bible in his hand that was sorted out by the Pope. He closed the book until they were creaking, staring deeply at the slowly opened door, with a formulaic smile on his face.

At the gate, Wang Zheng, who was slender, walked in without squinting, and his eyes touched the old man.

"The Snow Cult, Archbishop of the City of Winter?"

"Are you?" the Archbishop smiled gently, his wise eyes still deep, but anyone knows that it is a formulaic expression.

Wang Zheng smiled when he heard this: "I'll introduce myself, Wang Zheng from the East Continent."

Wang Zheng of the East Continent!

Hearing this name, the Archbishop finally showed a different look on his face.

For most Westerners, the name Wang Zheng is too unfamiliar, but for the strong, the name Wang Zheng is famous!

In the battle of the Kingdom of Gama, Wang Zheng killed the demigod with one sword. Such a record was enough for any strong man to look at him.

"It turns out that it is Wang Zheng from the Eastern Continent. According to the Eastern State, I should call you a fellow Taoist. I wonder what happens when a fellow Taoist comes to my Winter City?"

The Archbishop's smile became much more sincere, but there was also a temptation in his words.

Wang Zheng's mouth raised slightly, and he didn't want to talk too much to say anything to him, so he went straight to the point: "I want to see Miss Ruth."

The Archbishop's pupils shrank slightly, and he shook his head firmly without thinking: "I'm sorry, I can't promise you this. How noble is Miss Ruth? Even the Pope respects Miss Ruth very much."

Wang Zheng spread his hands indifferently: "If you don't see me, you have to ask the person involved what he means? Otherwise, you can pass on a message for me, and say that the comrade-in-arms who witnessed the Titanic in the Void Channel wanted to talk to her, and she would choose the location at will."

As he said that, Wang Zheng blinked and pointed to the sky: "Although your secret realm is in the sky, as a guest, I should be more polite, right?"

Wang Zheng's words were soft and hard.

The meaning is very clear. Ruth and I are old friends, so you have to help contact us, right? And as a guest, it is hard for me to directly call in. Of course, I can't just call in directly.

Looking at Wang Zheng with a relaxed face, the Archbishop's face became much gloomy, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a world covered with ice: "Young man, are you threatening me?"

Feeling the pressure that was pressing towards him as if it was a snowy world, Wang Zheng's true energy was circulating, and his face remained unchanged.

Speaking of ice and snow, the Sacred Heart Art in his body is essentially the artistic conception of the snow mountain frozen everything. He really has no pressure on the Archbishop's domain aura.

Just like no one is wrong, Wang Zheng shrugged:

"I just want to meet Miss Ruth, and I ask fellow Taoists to help me pass on a letter. Neither Cheng nor Bucheng Wang will do any more actions. After all, there should be more than one demigod in your sect? Wang's Zhuxian Sword Suili, but he is also destined to be unable to cause any trouble on your home court."

Wang Zheng's words are still not polite, but the Archbishop is a person who has lived for two thousand years after all. After a long breath of turbid breath, he thought about Wang Zheng's words seriously, but it makes sense.

As the home court of the Ice and Snow God Cult, even if the demigod comes, it will suffer a loss or even fall. Although Wang Zheng has the means to kill the demigods, he is still not enough in their secret realm.

If Miss Ruth really promised to see him, it might not be possible.

The thoughts in his mind turned, and finally the Archbishop said in a deep voice: "Say, what are you wearing?"
Chapter completed!